This Is How Green Day Helped Me With My Life, chapter 1
My parents were fighting again. I cant take this anymore. My mother couldnt put up with my father beating on her and me. Everyday when I come home from school Im afriaid of what I might see. Everyday was the same. Get up,get ready for school by putting on heavy makeup to hide my bruises and wear long pants and t-shirts to hide my cuts. I dont like to tell this story often so listen up. My name is Emily and this is the story of my life..and a special someone who helped me through bad times.
It was 5:35 a.m in the morning. My mother was yelling for me to get up. "Emily you will be late hurry." I opend my eyes. Just another day of torture mentaly and physicly. "Im up mom." I yelled back down. I dressed in my usual pants and t-shirt with long shirt under my tee to hide cuts. I gathered my homework and my bag and met my mom in the kitchen. My mother studied my up and down fixing my shirt. "Ok im just fixing your shirt so you know, nothing shows." I looked at the ground blankly. My mother handed my a pop tart. "Here hunny take this to school and eat it. I want to out of here before your father wakes up." I hugged and kissed my mother Good bye just incase the unthinkable happened. I didnt want to ride the bus to school so I walked. I needed the fresh air to think things over. I soon reached over to school. I had no friends becuase some people knew about what was going on in my life. People would pass me by and stare at me. It really did make me unconfterable. My first class was history. I allways sit in the back. I never had that good of grades becuase I never had time to study becuase of what was going on. It was around 3:00 when the bell had rung. I gathered my things and rushed out of the room to get home to check on my mom. "Mom. Im home." I shouted rather shakily. My mother made her way downstairs. "Hey emily how was school?" I put my things down. "Usual. where is dad?"
My mother looked at the clock. "He will be home around 5." Since I did have homework I went upstairs to get homework down. I fell asleep doing my homework then was awaken up by a car pulling up. My head shot up. "Oh my god please dont be home now." I said to myself. Sure enough it was him. My father looked unhappy which ment this evening was going to be pleasent. I tip toed down the stairs to whatch what was going on. My father swung the door opend and stormed in. "Hellen were the fuck are you!" My mother didnt hesitate to greet him in the door way or else she was going to get it.
"Yes dear?" She replied quietly. Im hungy is dinner done yet?" My mother hurried over to the kitchen to retrieve his dinner. My mother called me down for dinner. I took a seat next to my mother next to a empty chair.
I quietly ate my food before my father started a cnversation. My father looked at my from his plate. "Are you keeping your sleeves and pants down?" I nodded looking at my food. "You damn well better be." My father replied. As soon as I finished my food I headed upstairs. My father finished his plate and went to get the mail. My father came back in and sat at the table. "There is too much god damn crap in the mail. They never send us anything interesting." My father had told my mother. As he was going through the junk mail he came upon a letter from school. "Helen get in here! We got a letter from school." My head perked up from upstairs. I knew my grades werent that great.
My father opend up the letter. I watched him from the stairs. He red the letter next to my mom. I saw his face turn dark red yelling to my mom. "You havent been checking her grades? She is fucking failing! Where is Emily."
I knew I was gonna get it again. I slowly moped down stairs in the living room.
My father held out the letter. "Do you know what this is?" I nodded. He looked at me and slaped me. "This is your grades. Your failing." He grabed me by my arm and dragged me up the stairs. My mother watch from downstairs with her hand over her mouth. She couldnt believe what she was seeing. My father dragged me to my room took off his belt and hit me until my butt turned red and couldnt sit down.
I was crying uncontrolably. "Please stop it, stop please dad.!"
"you are not failing school. Why are you failing?" I didnt want to tell him why. if I told him that it was becuase he was hitting me I would get into trouble. Then If I tell him becuase I never turn in my homework I still will get beat more. Either way I was screwed.
"Becuase I never turn in my homework." I managed to say over the pain. When I said that he threw my on the wall and left me behind suffering trying to catch my breath......
It was 5:35 a.m in the morning. My mother was yelling for me to get up. "Emily you will be late hurry." I opend my eyes. Just another day of torture mentaly and physicly. "Im up mom." I yelled back down. I dressed in my usual pants and t-shirt with long shirt under my tee to hide cuts. I gathered my homework and my bag and met my mom in the kitchen. My mother studied my up and down fixing my shirt. "Ok im just fixing your shirt so you know, nothing shows." I looked at the ground blankly. My mother handed my a pop tart. "Here hunny take this to school and eat it. I want to out of here before your father wakes up." I hugged and kissed my mother Good bye just incase the unthinkable happened. I didnt want to ride the bus to school so I walked. I needed the fresh air to think things over. I soon reached over to school. I had no friends becuase some people knew about what was going on in my life. People would pass me by and stare at me. It really did make me unconfterable. My first class was history. I allways sit in the back. I never had that good of grades becuase I never had time to study becuase of what was going on. It was around 3:00 when the bell had rung. I gathered my things and rushed out of the room to get home to check on my mom. "Mom. Im home." I shouted rather shakily. My mother made her way downstairs. "Hey emily how was school?" I put my things down. "Usual. where is dad?"
My mother looked at the clock. "He will be home around 5." Since I did have homework I went upstairs to get homework down. I fell asleep doing my homework then was awaken up by a car pulling up. My head shot up. "Oh my god please dont be home now." I said to myself. Sure enough it was him. My father looked unhappy which ment this evening was going to be pleasent. I tip toed down the stairs to whatch what was going on. My father swung the door opend and stormed in. "Hellen were the fuck are you!" My mother didnt hesitate to greet him in the door way or else she was going to get it.
"Yes dear?" She replied quietly. Im hungy is dinner done yet?" My mother hurried over to the kitchen to retrieve his dinner. My mother called me down for dinner. I took a seat next to my mother next to a empty chair.
I quietly ate my food before my father started a cnversation. My father looked at my from his plate. "Are you keeping your sleeves and pants down?" I nodded looking at my food. "You damn well better be." My father replied. As soon as I finished my food I headed upstairs. My father finished his plate and went to get the mail. My father came back in and sat at the table. "There is too much god damn crap in the mail. They never send us anything interesting." My father had told my mother. As he was going through the junk mail he came upon a letter from school. "Helen get in here! We got a letter from school." My head perked up from upstairs. I knew my grades werent that great.
My father opend up the letter. I watched him from the stairs. He red the letter next to my mom. I saw his face turn dark red yelling to my mom. "You havent been checking her grades? She is fucking failing! Where is Emily."
I knew I was gonna get it again. I slowly moped down stairs in the living room.
My father held out the letter. "Do you know what this is?" I nodded. He looked at me and slaped me. "This is your grades. Your failing." He grabed me by my arm and dragged me up the stairs. My mother watch from downstairs with her hand over her mouth. She couldnt believe what she was seeing. My father dragged me to my room took off his belt and hit me until my butt turned red and couldnt sit down.
I was crying uncontrolably. "Please stop it, stop please dad.!"
"you are not failing school. Why are you failing?" I didnt want to tell him why. if I told him that it was becuase he was hitting me I would get into trouble. Then If I tell him becuase I never turn in my homework I still will get beat more. Either way I was screwed.
"Becuase I never turn in my homework." I managed to say over the pain. When I said that he threw my on the wall and left me behind suffering trying to catch my breath......
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